Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.